Little pale day-moth in her ball-gown,
sprawled exotically
on the green pointillist dirt of an uncleaned garden seat,
bobbling her antenna.
A jiggling flight all falling, hoisted hysterically up
by her own wing flaps
in front of my very eyes, to hide behind a privet leaf -
ghost gone.
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Under The Wings
Poetry.Under the Wings of the Egyptian and world-wide respected Goddess, Isis. Poems of Nature, Inner Resonance and Mythology.
